Pete's phone was going off like a storm. He was in bed in a hotel room in LA for a comedy night and some promo work. It was two in the morning and Pete's mind was still tryna sort itself out since it had been a long night out with the boys. His heart raced when he realised there were moments that he couldn't quite remember.
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But surely he hadn't done anything stupid now that he had something worthy of his time and commitment.
He pulled her pillow into his chest and hugged it, it still had Brynn's smell. He missed her smile. Her hazel eyes when they opened in the morning. They didn't spend many mornings together but he could get used to waking up to her everyday.
Bing. Bing. Bing. Bing.
Pete rolled onto his back with his arms wide open. Shirtless, he scratched his chest and sat up and yawned.
Bing. Bing. Bing.
He glanced over to the bedside table and picked up his phone. He had been tagged in a couple photos from the gram. That was an issue with the his social media account. He didn't understand how celebrities liked notification sounds going off like birds in the morning. He ignored his phone so his head could fully gather his bearings.
He grabbed his head, he felt a little woozy but nothing an ole' toke could fix. He shuffled off the bed and stood up to stretch, he went into the shared living room and found his jacket hanging on the back of a couch. He shuffled his way towards it and he noticed his pants on the arm of the same chair. His lighter should be in there.
He got to the couch and pulled his jacket. Only it was stuck. He furrowed his eyebrows and pulled again. Stuck. He pulled harder than the last time and finally it had come undone.
"Uggghhh, what the hell...oh hey Pete" a girl he didn't quite know sat up and rubbed her head.
"Yo" Pete replied. For fucks sake, how he managed to get stuck in these situations- "woah shit uhhh I can see you're-" he covered his eyes as her tits were out in the open and she didn't seem to mind one bit.
"Oh hush Mr. Davidson, you were happy to see them last night" she giggled as she leaned over the back of the couch to try and coax Pete into looking.
"Nope, nope, nope, nope-" Pete called, turning his back on the girl and headed back into his room where he slammed the door and dropped his arms at his sides. Nope. Nope. Nope.
He was suddenly wide awake, his heart beating profusely. He dropped his jacket and jumped onto the bed going straight for his phone.
Notifications galore.
He unlocked it and went straight onto Insta.
FUCK NO. NO. NO! NO!!!!
And there they were. A picture of him sitting down with a smile on his face, looking to his right while his hands held the wrists of some blond girl that was topless and he assumed she was giving him a lapdance.
